SAGE TREES SERENELY CANVASSING
Quiet tree branches,
Lean as if in prayer;
Leaves soon to be graved:-
Indeed, Spring will soon pass on;
Leaf-falling Fall, awaiting:-
NATURE’S SAGE-NECK REFLECTORS
With their necks taller
Than sunflowers and some trees,
Awareness is theirs:
Giving them serene calmness
In their life’s environment:-
How self-confident
They always seem to reflect
In their awareness.
Reflecting, we should also
Strive to be likewise in ours.
They reflect for us,
Standing calm in awareness,
Enhances wisdom:-
And brings about clear guidance
In meeting life’s challenges:-
They further canvass
That standing tall in your life,
Reflects confidence:
Ready to meet all the trials
Surrounding you in your life:-
In their proud stance,
They reflect serenity
In life’s awareness:-
In today’s circumstances,
Let us get to giraffing!
Hidden away, I watched a demon Marcus cleanse his soul,
Midst sage and stone, the ritual took control.
A blessed prayer to purge the dark within,
To find a future free of ancient sin.
Cleansed and renewed by the candle's ray,
Marcus rose to face the coming day.
Drifting
on a vast ocean
emerald spangled
calling to celestial plains
of the lost citadel
where forgotten tribes
communed in radiant silence
and telepathed secrets
beyond the mortal prophesies
of sages.
Sages sadly sing
LeftBrain dominant songs
of resonant resistance
to crown-caste uppity dispassion
While Muses gladly design
RightBrain prominent dances
for resilient persistence
in root-caste deep compassion.
The first time I saw you, I couldn’t help but stare
Would someone like you notice my dramatic flair?
Each of my dreams I see you within my vision
Could it perhaps be a sign? Should I make a decision?
Around the room, you have my attention.
I notice you in the background, it’s my intention
I have an urge to approach, but I don’t know what to do
But sometimes, you have to let fate decide for you.
Your soft smile, my heart starts to beat
I’d smile back, and keep the moment on repeat.
I imagine gentle music through those white earphones
Something mystical, steady and something unknown
I can picture you with flowers surrounding
Sitting down on the ground, looking astounding.
From roots to sprouts my love starts to grow
It blooms from beneath, waiting to show
A garden that’s sacred, I hope you’ll know
I could watch and I can learn
I really can’t wait.. to see you perform.
White sage burns in the new year
A higher power is summoned
For strength and peace of mind
I ask that we be free of pain
Smoke slowly sifts through the morning sun
As I cut the last ties that tether
And shed this mess of anguish as I grieve
The loss of one I hold so dear
My voice rings clear as I practice forgiveness
To myself for holding on for so long
I let go of hope that he’ll ever come back
Or that the feelings I imagined were real
Now I burn these words in the frigid air
Good-bye to his hold on me at last
The memories will fade deeper into the past
As these boundaries are set to restore
Sage just does not know when to stop.
Not everything needs your energy.
This green knows the weight of No.
Not everything needs your company.
Sage gets tired of useless talk.
Explanations we do not need.
Your No is enough, there is No need to rush.
This green collides with harmony.
This green will gently close the door.
A shade that leaves me whole.
Sage is the green that clears the air.
But it does not promise miracles.
Sage is not about renewal.
It is about honoring boundaries.
This green smooths with no spectacle.
Burning away such misery.
The exclusively logical conclusion
of monotheistic-nationalistic strategizing,
rooted in anthropocentric caste-preservation,
is Winner or Loser fascism
AND
The inclusively ecological commencement
of polytheistic-international integrity,
flowering as Gaia Hypothesis caste-abolition,
is Winner and Winner panentheism.
Just as no one could sanely become
a fascistic panentheist,
we already have far too insanely many
monotheistic fascists.
the wise sage from inner planetarian council landed on a Wednesday
Bringing his elixirs transmogrifying spells and magic talents our way
He landed in a boat that had been waiting for him since Tuesday night
A vessel that knew he was coming, and recognized him on sight.
The fey in the forest could feel the waves of electricity from him.
A sage who had transformed into spirit, no longer a human named Jim.
We recognized that he was a god from another dimension.
Dealing with him was a source of haphazard conversation and contention.
We are either fey or not, a soothsayer said, allaying our fears of this man.
But he is a deity now, who knows what powers and tricks he has planned?
The soothsayer struck down all the negatives and told us to man up.
Wherever he lands, he must have nutrition, and bee tea to sup.
This god was from the future, he had come to aid in our struggle for life.
He was all about goodness, and wanted to banish hardship and strife.
We soon trusted him and gave him our hopes, thoughts and dreams.
By Saturday he was finished; we all waved as he traveled downstream.
OF ALLEGORICAL SAGE TREES
Oh, those sage trees,
Symbolic reflectors
Of God’s enlightenment—
Some, a hundred-plus feet high’
Others, just as old in age:-
Throughout the seasons of the year,
These sage trees canvass life’s stroll:
Trials, tribulations, and redemptions;
Allegorically, hinting rooted thoughts
Of Jesus’s crucifixion and resurrection—
Reflecting the navigation of God
Through the seasons of lived life:
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer:-
May the allegorical lessons
Of sage trees, forever be for us,
A living part of our divine wisdom
And sacred guidance awareness,
As we journey the daily courses
Of our life’s rising and setting suns:-
Hey, who would have ever thought,
That sage trees, often taken for granted,
Would be so rooted and solidly trunked
With such allegorical contemplations?
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
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prayer on lips, in heart atone
view the world as God alone
though we are shaped from earth’s crust
form without God’s breath is dust
feel bliss beats, negate ego
all fears and desires let go
poised in our natural state
stand erect at heaven’s gate
let this be the way we see
all is God, we are as He
awareness unbroken thus
thought patterns do not nonplus
Sage healing
Great properties
"holy herb"
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